Book Blurred Lines Novels & Stories

The beam flickered. ERROR. INPUT DOES NOT CONFORM TO KNOWN PARAMETERS. ANALYSIS: CORRUPTION. The grey armour of its form began to pixelate at the edges. The perfect, seamless integration with the wall behind it stuttered. Lina was feeding it a narrative it couldn't process, a story of life so vibrant and untamed it was crashing its system.

Something flashes across the screen, startling us all. “What was that?” Kristy reaches over me and rewinds the footage, playing it back frame by frame. “Is that an outline of a man?” She stops it, right in the middle of the second-long flash. “It looks like an outline of a man.” “It kind of does,” Nicole agrees. “Yeah,” I say, unable to dispute it. It does look like a man and is roughly similar to the man with blue eyes. “Keep playing it.”

Amy wore her readers to watch it and paused it by the end, on Brandon’s pictures with his new friends. “Something’s not right,” she said, frowning in her effort to see details. “Shit. I can’t enlarge the images.” “Bet they’re in a dozen different sizes on G****e,” I grunted. She searched them and found one she could enlarge as she wanted. “This is old, Fran.” “Those are his new glasses, and he ain’t wearing black. Meaning it’s from after the cleansing.” “Yeah, but before coming to Boston.” “How the fuck can you tell?”

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

All I fееl іѕ thе ѕtееl оf hіѕ grір when hе hоldѕ mу wrists together. The drugѕ mаkе things blurry іn my mіnd. Thеу mаkе me rеасt ѕlоwlу. When I trіеd tо fan a ѕріdеr оn thе wall so іt wоuld go аwау, mу hand kерt mіѕѕіng. I wonder if thе ѕріdеr wаѕ rеаl.

I stepped closer. Zoomed in. A reflection. Faint. Almost invisible. But not enough. Blake leaned in. “What am I looking at?” “A window,” I said. Cesare adjusted the image. Enhancing. Sharpening. And slowly— The reflection became clearer. City lights. A skyline. Not random. Not generic. Specific. My pulse slowed. Focused. “That’s not this city,” Blake said. “No,” I agreed. Cesare’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I’ve seen that skyline before.”

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

Running his fingers along the spines of the comic books, he smiled again, this time a little more genuinely. He picked one up—“Blue Heart: A Love Beyond Borders”—and sat back on the bed. But as he opened the first page, the words blurred. Not because of the print, but because his eyes were watery....

He swung his hand impatiently and approached me. "What do you want?" I asked, and the man chuckled. "I knew you were pretending to be blind for money, but it's alright. All I care about is having a good time. Come to me, baby. I'll show you heaven…" I wasn't expecting him to see through my act that swiftly, but more surprisingly, this client was an infamous one in this line of work. He claimed no woman could escape his claws. My colleagues were all blind, and they couldn't fight back. The rooms' soundproofing system was, unfortunately, incredible, so screams couldn't be heard.

"Then open your eyes and look." I slammed the Enter key. In the next second, the office monitor lit up. So did the long row of electronic screens outside, the ones that usually displayed model students and honor roll lists. The corridor, loud as a marketplace moments earlier, fell silent. Everyone looked up. On the screen was my exam answer sheet. It was blank. Every section stood empty. In the essay box, drawn in thick black ink, was a huge turtle. Beside it, scrawled in wild, arrogant strokes: [What are you staring at? Never seen someone turn in a blank paper?]